Layne is one of my oldest friends, and i just recently discovered his photography because i am bad at keeping in touch and he lives on the left coast. Check out his Love Bryan blog HERE And Love Bryan is a baddass site all around. Check it.
To me that's art, mainly because it conjures up so many questions.
Per example, if a lifeguard needs to save someone (and you know somewhere in that pool a kid is terrified they're going to die a horrible death by water) where do they dive in??? I mean do they have some crazy system where they create a tiny diving hole? You can't exactly scatter in a wave pool, much less when it's packed to the brim. How deep is the water? I don't know, maybe I just had a bad experience at Water World as a child.
Here's another idea, if someone blindfolded you and took you to this room, what do you think you'd imagine was going on?
Where can I find a copy of that cool music in the into? All valid questions.
Anyway, if anyone wants to meet up on my final weekend in Atlanta to contemplate existence and this wave pool let me know. I'm obviously delirious from packing.
Today has been a productive (blogging and driving anyway) day. However, I have failed to mention something very important. Southern rock. My favorite. I just wanted to make sure I posted this video somewhere. I'm positive I would have done a cartwheel at this point during Lollapalooza had I not been wearing a dress...oh yeah, and been restricted by a couple thousand people. Please enjoy!!!
Kings of Leon closing with Mr. Eddie Vedder:
Oh, and if you're unfamiliar with this song I suggest you check it out! Good Lord!
The amazingly delicate works of Peter Callesen. Also, not to overshadow ol' Callesen, but check out Willard Wigan. I mean one time he actually inhaled his own sculpture!
